A/N: Hope you guys enjoy this extra long chapter. Fair warning because things will be getting spicy.

As soon as we reach the castle, I notice that most wolves are avoiding Matthew. He shifts back to his human form just as he walks in through the front door. Even though his aura is practically choking us with wrath, I can't help but stare at his ass.

Goddess help you child, my wolf says in my head. She knows very well he's angry but she's drooling.

I just want to bite it, I tell her causing her to huff in approval.

Matthew disappears into his house. I feel the urge to shift back but Sage stops me. She's standing next to Tyler and me, her gaze somewhat concerned and uncomfortable. Matthew's aura really is affecting everyone around him.

"He's grabbing you something," Sage tells me. I nod, waiting patiently for Matthew to return. I glance to my side at Tyler—his entire mood despondent. I don't know what Matthew said to him through the mind link, but I've definitely gotten him in trouble.

Matthew reappears wearing only a pair of dark jeans. I can't help salivating at the sight of his bare chest. Goddess, do I love his torso. I wonder why I haven't taken the time to fully admire him. His muscles so defined and a thin layer of sweat coating him. I just want to sit on him and touch him and lick—

"Tyler." Matthew throws a set of sweatpants on the ground in front of Tyler's wolf. Matthew steps towards me, holding a blanket in his arms. His eyes fixed on my wolf but voice trailing after Tyler while he shifts into human form. "I'll meet you in my office."

Tyler scurries into the castle while pulling up the sweatpants. I frown at Matthew, thinking he's being a bit of an exaggeration. He barks a few orders to the wolves behind us before he places the blanket over my wolf shoulders, "Shift."

I do as he says, my naked body instantly wrapped in his warm blanket. I pull it close as his scent washes over me. Matthew's expression quickly hardens around my neck. I glance down but can't really see the scratch marks—I feel it though. The stinging from earlier when the rogue clawed me. It doesn't feel like it's bleeding anymore and I'm sure it'll be gone within a day or so with my rapid healing. It's practically impossible for it to leave a scar unless his claws were made of silver.

"'Tis but a scratch, my dear." I try to test the waters, giving him a tentative smile as I quote one of his favorite movies.

Matthew meets my gaze, his dark green eyes softening slightly. He looks both angry and relieved. "Sage," He says calmly. "Take Mia to get some clothes."

His Alpha voice is really showing while he gives orders. Sage doesn't even hesitate or question him. She grabs my arm pulling me into the house and starts leading me down the corridor to her wing. Just as I lose sight of the wolves, I noticed River coming up to speak to Matthew.

I've never been in Sage's side of the castle but it's quite nice. It doesn't have as many old-style paintings – in fact, I mainly note some wall decorations like large elk horns. She quickly takes me to her room. It's much more modern than I expected. She has a large TV and plenty of sunlight streaming in. Her furniture isn't classical wood the way it is in Matthew's office, it's glass and sleek. It's such a weird clash between styles and I wonder if she's excited to live somewhere different. She pulls out a dark tank top and black leggings. They still have the tags on them which surprises me slightly.

"No bra?" I ask her as I quickly get dressed. I don't mind Sage watching me, it's also not the first time she's seen me naked. Every so often we'll go on runs together through the woods or head to the Full Moon for Thursday's happy hour. My body winces slightly as I throw the top on—scared I'll reopen some of the wounds.

Sage rolls her eyes, "I think your lack of a bra might be a good idea. Your boobs might cloud his judgement and anger him less."

I can't help but smirk. Sage—our little match maker. "In that case, you're better off giving me the white tank top."

"Now now." Sage let's out a small chuckle, "You don't want him to kill poor Tyler, do you?"

Hearing Tyler's name instantly makes me jump. He's probably in Matthew's office getting a verbal beating. I throw on the pair of leggings, running out the door towards Matthew's office. The last thing I want to do is leave one of my best friends hanging.

Just outside the door, I hear Matthew growling. "You not only disobeyed me but you endangered Mia—the future Luna of this pack. I will take no disrespect from a pup like you, do you understand me, Tyler?"

I quickly rush into the room, Matthew's eyes finding me with grace. He's standing just in front of Tyler like he's been shouting in his face. I'm sure that I only caught a small bit of what he's been saying. Tyler is stoic in the center of the room. His hands folded in front of him, body standing up straight despite his head hanging low in submission. If I didn't know any better, I'd say it looks like military training by the way that Matthew is fuming and how subservient Tyler is—his usual playful demeanor completely gone.

"Stop." I frown, walking up to them and moving myself between Tyler and Matthew. I place my hand on Matthew's bare chest, his breath catching.

I look up at Matthew, "It was my idea to run into the fight. Tyler did nothing wrong."

"He disobeyed me, Mia." Matthew growls—his Alpha quickly showing. His eyes flick to my neck—gaze darkening. "And you got hurt."

"I will not have someone who does not obey or take orders fighting and protecting my pack." Matthew snaps his eyes to Tyler. It only takes me a split second to reason what punishment Matthew wants to impose—banning Tyler from the Trials.

"He took my orders," I narrow my eyes at Matthew. My voice becoming sterner than I intend it to. As much as his aura is making Tyler bow down, I can't possibly imagine letting Matthew's Alpha side get to me. Even though my wolf wants to bow down as well, I don't let her.

"Stop defending him Mia," Matthew growls.

"He's my friend—"

"Exactly," Matthew cuts me off with pure frustration. He runs his hand through his hair, "One of your closest friends is an unmated male. You train with him with no one around. And he disobeyed my direct orders. He didn't even protect you properly, you got hurt. Do you not understand why that makes my wolf furious?"

"I'm perfectly fine." I push his chest back slightly trying to create distance between him and Tyler, who has basically turned into a statue. I can't even hear him breathing. "Tyler saved my life."

"He wouldn't have had to if he just listened to me." Matthew's anger bubbling—breaths intensifying. He's starting to lose his control. I realize now how calm he's been reacting since the woods. Maintaining his composure. Now it's unraveling.

I frown, my own anger starting to simmer. He's overreacting or at least he's acting too emotional. A side of Matthew I've never seen before. "Don't treat me like I'm made of glass," I tell him.

"I know you're not made of glass, but I won't stand here and pretend to support these little training sessions any longer."

"What's that supposed to mean?" I'm fuming.

His voice is flat. "Your tutoring sessions with Tyler are over."

"Like fucking hell they are," I practically shout.

Matthew growls, "Mia—"

"Is this about us going to defend pack members or just the fact that you don't like me being around Tyler because he's unmated?"

"Both." His eyes darken. "You're close and he obeyed you over me. His Alpha."

I cross my arms over my chest, furious. "I'd like to think that some people will take the future Luna's orders over the Alpha's."

Matthew's eyes twitch slightly. It's the first time I've called myself the Luna—in any setting. I don't want to do it because it's not officially my title. But seeing his reaction makes me livid and I can't help but drop it. I literally just overheard him call me the future Luna, it only seemed fitting. Matthew has no comeback, his eyes laser focused on me.

"Regarding the fighting," I say meeting his intense gaze. It's like playing poker with this man, I don't know whether to fold or bluff. "It was my decision to run towards the fight. If it weren't for Tyler, I wouldn't be here. You should be thankful that he fought beside me, not taking your anger out of him because you're mad at me. I made my decisions."

"You're right." Matthew clenches his jaw. "I am angry at you. At both of you."

He closes his eyes as he retreats to his window. His back facing Tyler and I while he tries to maintain his logic and calm himself. I wonder if he might still be coming down from the adrenaline high from the fighting.

"Tyler, leave." Matthew orders bitterly.

I turn to Tyler, giving his arm a reassuring squeeze while mouthing a short sentence when his eyes meet mine. I'll talk to him. A flash of relief crosses his face. He doesn't spare a second longer in the office, practically jumping for the door.

As soon as the door closes, I walk towards Matthew. He's taking deep breaths, his eyes shut tightly. I stand behind him, wrapping my arms around him, ignoring the pain in my neck and pressing my cheek against his back. My bare skin against his seems to quickly calm his breathing. He turns in my arms after a few seconds, leaning down to press his forehead against mine. He inhales deeply, trying to take in my scent as much as he can.

"Why did you not come home?" He asks quietly. I knew he was overreacting and he's slowly starting to see reason—or at least I hope so.

"Matthew..." I sigh out, "Members of the pack were being attacked and we were the closest. You really think I could live with myself if I ran away?"

Matthew places his hand on my waist, his fingers trailing under my top so that they're touching my skin. "I would have a done a better job at protecting you."

"I know you would have." I push a small smile, "But you cannot be angry at the idea of me fighting for the pack. That's not fair. It's cowardly and I was trained to never back down from a fight. Even if the odds are against me."

Matthew nods but I can tell he's still not happy. He licks his lips slowly, "In that case, I want someone with you at all times."

"Excuse me?" I pull my forehead away, staring up at him like he's gone bananas. A tinge of anger fosters its way into the pit of my stomach. "I don't need a babysitter."

The gears in my head start turning too much. Overthinking the idea of having someone who sticks to me. Does Matthew not think I'm strong enough to handle myself? I mean yeah, I got distracted when I was fighting but you live and you learn. I don't want to be looked at as a liability—I'm an asset and I've always been an asset.

Matthew grips my chin gently, pulling my eyes up to his. "Stop. I feel your anger."

"Do you think I can't handle myself?"

"Oh, I know you can." He finally smiles lightly. The corner of his lip rising slightly. His finger brushing my lips. "It's for my sanity, Mia. Not because I don't think you're strong. I know you are. I just..."

Deep down I know why he's angry. I know what really pissed him off and it wasn't my running into the fight or Tyler's disobedience. It was the thought of losing me. The thought of not having me here because of something so stupid.

Matthew leans down, capturing my lips in his. He kisses me slowly—something he doesn't do too often. He always likes it fast paced. He loves teasing me but not now. Both of our bodies relaxing, the tension in the air alleviating. When he pulls away, he kisses my forehead, hugging me close to his body. "I can't lose you."

I can't help but remember how Sage told me Matthew turned into a recluse when his mate left. Feeling his anger and the way he led by emotion over logic is a side of him I've never seen. If this was just a taste of Matthew's wolf—I can't imagine what he must have been like a few years ago.

He squeezes me lightly, but I flinch at the pain in my chest. Matthew notices, pulling away instantly and staring down at the claw marks. He's composing himself the best he can, but I know seeing it only upsets him.

"I have a first aid kit in my bathroom." He sighs out, "Come on. I'll clean the wound for you."

Matthew intertwines our fingers, leading me out of his office. I try to hide my excitement as he leads us to his bedroom. I've been wanting to see his room—believe it or not. All this time spent in the castle, and we never crossed that threshold. There's almost an energy behind it that neither one of us wants to discuss.

Matthew opens the door of his room and lets me walk in first. He steps behind me, walking towards an added doorway to the right. He doesn't rush me as I look around—I'm not surprised that it follows his little dark academia aesthetic. The room itself is ginormous. It's bigger than my apartment and could be considered a penthouse.

There's his king size bed that has a dark mahogany bed frame that looks like it was hand carved. A large sofa sits in front of a fireplace. Dark carpets lay on the cold stone floors. A coffee table with some paperwork on it. Drawers and cabinets that match all the furniture. All the outer walls, there are large, tall windows that not only provide substantial amount of sunlight but have spectacular views of the lake and university. His room somehow feels cozy but that just might be because it smells of him.

I notice a few picture frames on the fireplace shelf. I can't help the curiosity and walk tentatively towards it. I smile seeing younger Matthew with his parents. I haven't met them yet; they live happily in Canada on a beautiful ranch. After Matthew ascended, they retired to a cabin where they're enjoying one another. 

In a different frame, I notice Matthew's band. A picture of him at a bar with is arm over a blonde, blue-eyed girl--both of them throwing their middle finger to the camera as a man with hazel eyes laughs beside them. Then a few pictures of him and Sage. Important moments or important people in his life.

"Come here, gorgeous." Matthew calls from the bathroom—pulling me out of my spell. I sheepishly walk into his bathroom. Blown away once again by its immense size and stature. A beautiful bathtub at the end of the room, a large marble counter, and dark as everything else.

Matthew has pulled out a first aid kit—laying out a few contents by the sink. He grabs my waist as soon as I'm in arms reach and sets me on the bathroom counter. His eyes laser focused on my neck.

"I'm sorry that I was angry." He sighs out as he tabs a few cotton balls with disinfectant. He lets me grab his free hand as he places the alcohol against my chest.

I give him a soft smile, "It's okay. But you still want me to have a babysitter?"

He chuckles softly, "I would be incredibly grateful if you had someone with you."

"Fine." I sigh out, "But I get to pick who."

Matthew's eyebrows furrow together but his gaze is still focused on my chest. A hum emitting from his chest, "Not Tyler."

Damn, I think to myself. He already knows me too well.

"Yes, Tyler." I grab Matthew's wrist, grabbing his attention.

"Mia, I can't mark you." He explains softly, almost painfully. He finishes rubbing my wounds, placing a few bandages on it. "It's incredibly difficult for my wolf to control himself around you. I have no official claim over you—do you know how pained it makes me to see you with other unmated wolves?"

I nod along with him. I know that if I saw him with unmated females, I would probably also get jealous. I want him all to myself—all day, every day, every moment. Even seeing him like he was today, all I wanted to do was comfort him. I also know his anger wouldn't be there if it wasn't for him caring.

I lean forward, planting a feverish kiss on his lips. My arms winding around his shoulders, fingers snaking through his hair. Matthew places his hands on my waist, letting me tease him by running my tongue on his bottom lip. Letting me bite lightly and tug. My tongue wrestling with his until I feel a low hum in the back of his throat.

I pull away for a split second to kiss down his neck and collar. Trailing my hands down his chest and torso. His skin shuddering and muscles tensing the lower my hands go. Goddess, his muscles feel amazing. Seeing how his body reacts to my touch makes me feel so confident—so good about myself.

"You should know by now," I say softly when I look him in the eyes. He's staring at me intensely, so much lust behind those dark green eyes. "Mark or not, I'm not going anywhere, Matthew."

His eyes darken to black. Just as he leans forward for another kiss, I place a finger against his lips. Trying my utmost best to replicate his typical devilish grin.

"Which is why," I say slowly but sternly. "You're going to let Tyler complete the Trials. None of this 'banishment' nonsense. And once he's passed, you'll make him my official pack babysitter."

Matthew can't help but smirk. His eyes narrowing playfully at my suddenly dominant complex. "So bossy," His gaze flicks to my wounded chest. The devilish grin sending flutters down my body and aches in my core. "Too bad I can't choke you a bit tonight."

Troop through it, Mia. My wolf salivates. Let him choke us.

Matthew leans forward, his nose dragging along my neck and jaw. His hands climbing up my body until his thumbs run circles on my nipples over the thin tank top. My breath catches in my throat, and I grip the edge of the counter.

"Don't think it was unbeknownst to me that you aren't wearing anything underneath, gorgeous." He pinches my hardened nipple, I bite my lip to suppress a moan. Matthew knows all too well he's in control of my body. It just aches for him all the time. I can't fight how unbelievably addicted I am to him.

Matthew ducks his head down, kissing down my collar. Being gentle around the bandages. Pushing me back slightly so he can suck on my nipples through my shirt. My breathing becomes erratic and only becomes worse when he grips my waist, pulling me forward so I can feel his hardness against my core. The confidence I felt earlier so easily dissipating from my body.

"You can have your babysitter." Matthew turns his attention back to my face. His hands finding the edge of my top. I let him gently remove it over my head. His eyes blackening as his gaze falls on my bare breasts.

He licks his lips, biting down impatiently. "But I'm going to make sure you know what happens when you disobey me, Mia."

Chills run down my back. I so want him to do anything and everything. I'm so eager—my wolf howling and my body aching. I lean forward, pressing my bare chest to his. Somehow, I muster my last bit of confidence, seductively whispering against his lips. "Yes Alpha."

Matthew growls, instantly wrapping my legs around his waist and going in for my lips. His kiss desperate and tongue so dominating. He lifts me slightly and I feel his hands cup my ass as he pulls me against his body. He walks us back into his bedroom, my mind too focused on his body and lips. I run my hands haphazardly across his chest and shoulders. No matter how much I touch I can't get enough.

Matthew sets me down on the edge of the bed. His kiss persisting but I notice his hand reaching down towards his pants. I hear his zipper being pulled down and Matthew shuffles slightly. My senses lighting up like a Christmas tree.

I pull away to look at him. My body melting at the sight of him completely naked and oh-so aroused. I have to bite my tongue to stop a moan from escaping as soon as I see his full size. A part of me can't help but wonder how the fuck that's going to fit, but another side of me is tingling with anticipation.

Spread your legs you know where that goes, my wolf purrs. I tune her out, focusing entirely on Matthew.

My eyesight hazes over and I can feel how black my eyes have gone. I look up at Matthew, a smirk on his sinful lips. He leans forward, voice gruff and racy, uttering a sentence that has my legs shaking. "On your knees, now."

Fuck that confidence that I had—that's gone. I'm a mess of sensations. Wanting to give and receive so much pleasure. I scoot off the bed, sinking down in front of him. The sight of me on my knees undoubtedly turning him on.

He clenches his jaw, "Open."

I open my mouth and not a second later, Matthew thrusts into me. He grips the back of my hair, his head thrown back as I start to suck on him. He plunges as deep as he can, I can't help but gag, but that only gets a sexy groan to escape his lips.

"Mia," He moans out which only encourages me to keep going. Seeing him so raw and untamed—knowing I'm the one making him feel this way. I suck harder, rolling my tongue along his head and bobbing down his length.

Despite this pleasure being for Matthew, seeing how he's reacting sends more signals through my body. I just want to keep going—even when I gag slightly or feel myself tear when he thrusts into my throat. I want him to feel just as good as he makes me feel.

Matthew's breathing becomes uneven the longer I go. His grip on my hair tightening. I look up at him through my eyelashes, his eyes meeting mine while I start to move as fast as I can. Sucking as hard as I can. Dragging my tongue along him. I know I have to work for it, so I keep going, trying to push him as far back as he'll go. Gripping his leg for balance as I move faster and faster.

His eyes flickering from black to green, like he can't contain it any longer. A sexy grunt escaping his lips just before I feel him come in my mouth. He watches me intensely while I swallow—his devilish grin returning. As soon as I pull my mouth away, I give him a little innocent smile.

Slowly standing up, I run my hands on Matthew's abs and chest. Leaning into him I ask slyly, "So...how was my first blow job?"

Matthew breathes through his nostrils, his face nuzzling my neck. With a deep breath he says, "Get under the covers, gorgeous."

I don't hesitate and I know he loves it when I do what he says. He also loves it when I don't, but right now, I'm soaking in anticipation. I can almost feel how wet my leggings are from me. Matthew follows me under the covers, lips finding mine as his hands glide effortlessly over my breasts and stomach. He grabs the edge of my leggings, pulling them down so slowly I almost growl.

He smirks at my impatience. Kissing down my breasts before disappearing under the covers. I realize quickly that I can't see what he's about to do. My attention suddenly heightened to sensations. His tongue drags down my stomach, over my navel, and slows down just as he goes lower.

I squirm and whine. His fingers trace the inside of my legs. I try to spread them for him and he only growls. He wants to tease me and take his time. It kills me as he builds the tension by preventing me from seeing him. Finally, once he's had his fun, Matthew spreads my legs as wide as he wants them, but oh Goddess he makes me wait. For what feels like forever he doesn't touch me, and it just builds the tension in my body even higher. An ultimate tease this man is.

He loves it when I beg, which is what I desperately resort to. "Matthew..."

He growls under the covers, his finger trailing down my sex so effortlessly my hands grip the covers. "Matthew please..."

I feel his finger sink into me, my body shivering with excitement. But it doesn't compare to when his tongue starts circling around my clit. Fuck. My back arches instantly. Hands clutch and pull the sheets. Moans escape my lips uncontrollably. He pumps into me while using his tongue to circle and flick me.

At first, he's so incredibly slow. Taking his time to let me savor every moment and sensation. It becomes unbearable and I beg him to go faster. Matthew pulls the covers behind him, and I can finally see his blacked eyes gaze back at me. The sight of him between my legs drives me insane.

He looks at me through his lashes, quickening the pace of his tongue. I reach up to clutch onto his hair. My core throbbing as it builds and builds. Matthew flicks me faster, a growl resonating through his chest as I get closer to the edge. I don't know how much more I can take. I throw my head back, my hips unconsciously moving off the bed to grind against Matthew's face.

He sucks on my clit once. Twice—hard. And then I'm gone. I choke out his name, letting my body ride out the pleasure he just gave me. My legs trembling once my body has released all the pent-up tension.

All I can do is stare at the ceiling. I feel like I've just entered a new dimension or had an out of body experience. Matthew crawls up so that he's lying beside me. I turn to him, a devious and content smile on his lips. He pulls me into his chest, covering our bodies under his covers.

"You're dripping," I say running my hand on and around his chin. He holds onto my wrist, licking the inside of my hand like its chocolate. He takes my other hand, lowering it between my legs and I can't help but gasp at my own self as soon as I feel how wet I am.

"I should be more careful," Matthew purrs into my ear. "I could probably drown in that. A welcomed death nonetheless."

I narrow my eyebrows at him playfully, trying to be mad. It causes him to let out a laugh. He wraps his arms tightly around my waist, pulling me close into him. I hook my leg around his own, letting our bodies fit together like a glove.

Matthew presses light kisses to my forehead, the both of us purring in content. "Can you stay here tonight?" Matthew asks me quietly. "I spend hours tossing and turning in bed every night wondering what you're doing."

I can't help but smile—knowing far too well that I do the same. I meet his eyes, letting my confidence guide me once again. "Can I stay here every night?"

Matthew glows, his aura so full. The smile on his face matching my own. "Yes gorgeous," he says while I press a soft kiss to his lips.

"Cool so I'll take the room across the hall." I joke to him. He lets out a full-hearted laugh, pulling me even closer than before so he's squeezing me into his chest. Our kisses only broken by giggles and laughs. 

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A/N: I've never really written sex scenes before but they're lowkey fun! But because I write them I can never really tell if they're good enough. Kind of like when you paint or draw something and someone else thinks it's good but you just see the constant flaws. Same thing with writing. 

Hope you guys enjoyed the chapter! Wondering if I should write more sex scenes, feel free to let me know. Trying to not let the sexiness take over the story tooooo much but....idk they're pretty fun lol ^-^